Candidate Bayhalin

A sultry siren in every sense of the word. She has thick honey blond hair that falls to her lower back, and wide green eyes that seek out any male in the vicinity. Her figure is ample, her breasts full, her waist trim and her legs long. She dresses in slitted skirts and midriff baring tunics to emphasize her body.

Bayalhin was born to a minor hold, but always fancied herself a Lord Hodlers daughter. She was horribly spoiled by her father, who gave in to her every whim. Her mother was not taken in however, and kept a stern eye on her daughter. But Bayalhin never went to her mother for anything. Always she went to her father, or older brothers. She was the only girl, and therefor was considered 'special'. When she and her twin brother reached the age of thirteen, it was decided they would apply for a craft. It was hoped they would stick together, for more reasons then one. Bayana had always counted on Behryn looking after Bayalhin.

Problems arose soon. Behryn chose dolphin healing for his craft, but Bayalhin wanted to pursue harpering. It was the first time her mother ever put her foot down. Bayan refused, orderign the girl to go into dolphin healing. But Bayalhin still resisted, and finally agreed to apprentice to the dolphin craft as a dolphineer.

The two siblings ended up at the dolphin crafthall at Inlet Cove, Behryn being much more serious about his studies. Bayalhin learned as well, not wanting to be put out of the hall. But once she matured she had her eyes on things other then dolphins. Mainly, the male apprentices and journeymen. She aquired a bit of a reputation at the crafthall, and the masters thought of her as a bit of a problem, and certainly a distraction. There were no rules about socialization of a personal kind, but Bayalhin was a very social girl. They thought it a very clean solution when she and her brother were Searched from the hall.

Bayalhin enjoyed the weyr, or more accurately, the men of the weyr. She flirted, and a bit more as well. But she isn't the only loose young woman at the weyr...